A Thankless Job
If you care to sing this one
to the tune, 'Ghost Riders in the Sky"
it works well.
An Outlaw Gang, road into town
As evil as could be
Robbed raped and pillaged
Everything that they could see
No one could stand before them
As the outlaws had their way
'Cause in a solemn grave
The sheriff laid that day
A young boy started thinking
There was something he could do
He jumped upon a horse
And then rode out to the Sioux
The Chief possessed a magic
That no white man's ever seen
When he started dancing
He began to sing
The ground started shaking
Then a headstone split in two
A creature crawled, up from the earth
And stood before the Sioux
The Chief then mumbled words
In a language long since dead
But it seemed, the creature
Understood the words he said
With thunder and lightening
The rain came pouring down
Just about the time
The creature reached the town
With clothes all torn and tattered
Flesh hanging from his bones
The town folk all were hiding
As he stood there all alone
The Outlaw gang, walked up to him
And pointed every gun
They loaded all there bullets
And fired everyone
A hundred rounds maybe more
Tore through the creatures chest
But he kept standing there
Tin star pinned on his chest
With eyes like demon fire
a groan slipped through his lips
Lightening struck his six guns
as he snatched them from his hips
Thunder from his pistols made
A hellish hollow sound
And in a flash
They laid dead upon the ground
Now all of the town folk
Walked out into the street
They saw it was their Sheriff
Though he'd been dead for weeks
No one thought to thank him
For he made a hero's stand
Except for the young boy
That shook him by the hand
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